I lost my best friend at fourteen years old. A day I will ne’er forget. Nearly every aspect is as fresh as it was the day it occurred. It was a Wednesday and I was visiting my grandmother 's house from school. I remember getting in the car and having an unusual feeling so I thought I had forgotten something in my locker. I brushed the unusual feeling off when I reckoned that I had cleaned it out on Monday. My mom and I are on our way to my grandma 's house and once we arrived to her house I walk over to the door and knock four times. I remember wondering if my friend is here because I did not hear her call. She would always call out and get the door whenever I arrive. Although, I figured she is not here yet and decided to go inside and talk with my grandma to find out where she is. While we …show more content…
In the condition she was in and in so much pain, she couldn 't be saved. Losing a best friend, more like a sister, was really rough on me although I’ve learned to be happy for her. For the life she had lived. The last time I spoke to her was the previous Monday, she was so happy. I remember her smile every time we see each other, the warmth when I give her hugs, how much she valued our friendship and that we were like sisters. Losing her taught me to not take anyone or anything for granted. That life is too short to worry about the negatives, to be bitter, or to be rude to anyone. The most important thing for me now is to be happy and grateful for a healthy family, and my overall life. I’ve learned to see what is truly important and what I need to fight for. I also feel after losing her I’ve become a stronger person. She is a memory I will carry with me until I die. Some day, I will tell my children about her and teach them that life is should be cherished. There is no telling when your time is up and if it’s tomorrow you must be happy with the choices you’ve made in your life. I know I will
A little over two years and two months ago I lost a really close friend of mine
For a very long time, she was in the deepest of pits. Except that, she had faith. Somehow, she found enough courage to attend a divorce support group that brought her face to face with Jesus who had always been with her, waiting in the wings for her to reach out to him to grab hold, to touch him. With the belief that Jesus would pull her up out of that pit and set her on solid ground (Psalm 40:2) her brokenness began to heal. She knew of his redemptive act on the cross, she knew of his healing power. With all hope lost, she clung to Jesus, believing for wholeness restored and found new life, as if to hear Jesus whisper these words, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in
One summer I awoke to the chirping of my cell phone. I was really confused because I had a bunch of notifications. On a normal day I usually only have a couple. When I checked to see what they were, I discovered that they were all concerning my best friend. They all said “I’m so sorry for what happened.” I got really confused and stumbled down the stairs to talk to my mom. When I saw her, she had tears running down her face and she said “He’s gone.” My emotions hit me like a runaway train and I immediately went into a depression. The grieving process had just started and it was awful. Eventually, I knew it was necessary in order to heal. Grief marks our memories with sadness and pain; however, this way of coping is the essential key to moving on with our lives.
My great grandfather death was the earliest loss experience I can remember. He was put on hospice for a few months and died from prostate cancer on August 10, 2007 in the living room of my basement. I was eleven years old when he passed away and recall standing beside his bed when he took his last breath. Given that we had him in the house three months before he passed away, I not only remember him dying, but also remember witnessing his body slowly shutting down as the days passed by. My grandmother and her sisters would change him everyday, give him water with a dropper and talk to him for hours on end. We knew his last day was approaching quickly and decided to be proactive and begin the funeral arrangements. My mother and I were at the flower shop ordering the flowers when we received a phone call from my grandmother. I answered the phone and could hear her holding back the tears as she informed us that he was starting to slip away.
When I was 10 years old, my father Jason Tourville died in a car accident. He fell asleep while driving up to our house in Forest Ranch. Only a week later my mother got together with one of her friends, Steven. She said she cared about my father, but she seemed to have moved on quickly. My mother had already made plans with him about the future.
When I received the call letting me know Mrs. Frog was gone, I felt as if a part of me was gone. I have literally spent every moment of my waking life with, or near Mrs. Frog. She is very much a sister as much as she is a best friend. I will always cherish the moments that we spent together, and love her children and family as much as I love my own. Thank you Mrs. Frog, for bringing out the best of me, and touching my family in ways that only a true friend, and loving family member could. I will always cherish what you have given me. I appreciate your friendship more than these simple words can express. In the words of our Lord, “A true friend sticks by you like
I will never forget that last day we were able to spend together or how I felt when I first found out about her death. Losing her made me so much stronger. There will always be a place in my heart for her. I wish we would have had more time together. Her death taught me to always appreciate those around you, because you might wake up tomorrow and they are not here anymore. Your life can change drastically at any moment. I am sorry it took losing my aunt to realize not to take the people you loved for granted. There are still times when it is hard for me and my family to accept that she really is gone. We do our best to carry on and hope we make her proud. Susan was a wonderful person, inside and out. She impacted many people throughout her short-lived
...weeks in critical condition. Luckily, she survived and my passenger and I made it with minor injuries. Not a day goes by where I do not think about what happened, but I know it happened for a reason. Getting through this painful situation made me a stronger willed person. Taking things for granted is what I do not do. I truly value my life and my family’s lives. A life can be taken away at any second. Giving thanks for the joy and love in life is something that needs to be done daily. Material items are always replaceable, but a human being is not. Memories made will last a lifetime, but the presence of a loved one will not. The best advice is to live life to the fullest and value the sentimental belongings, especially family and friends. Pain is not an ease, but it helps ease the minds of those who are most important with respect and insight to value.
The one good thing about losing a friend, even a best friend, it’s that you can always make more, and that is pretty neat. Ok let me just say from the beginning, this story will turn very sad towards the end. I will probably be very sad while I type this story, because the world isn’t perfect, and bad things happen to good things. I honestly should’ve chosen a better topic than this, but I needed to do it.
have lost a best friend. More than a year after the sudden end of her
When I look over my “ The Loss Of My Sister’ essay I wrote it makes me proud of myself to know I was that strong to write about such a close topic to me and my family. I always wanted to write the story of my sister but I never had an opportunity to. I always kept quite about the situation I went through because I did not want the sorrow and pity from others. When ever I did tell someone that I have a dead sister, they would respond “ I don’t know what to say other than I'm sorry” it makes me feel awkward because I don’t know if I say thank you or it’s okay? Since I wrote about what happened I decided I’d write about how it is now without her.
I now see what she saw in the lyrics of "Unwritten". I know how important each and everyday is. It is very easy to take things for granted. Her love for this song is something that I will carry with me through my whole life. It really is a motto to live by, and I strongly believe that everyone should hear this song and really analyze it and appreciate it. We never know what our future holds. As a woman living with breast cancer, my mother knew that it could spread and end her life quickly, but she never let it hold her back. She was motivated to write her own future, her own story. Throughout her life that was cut short, she really did make the most of it. She raised awareness about breast cancer, and any cancer in general. She raised so much money for the Susan G. Komen Women 's Breast Cancer Research Fund. She even held her own events and donated all of the money to cancer research. She did so many amazing things when she could, however, it was not all happy times when she was alive. She got very sick at times and would just lay in bed, and she hated that. Looking back now, I see how driven she was. She would put on Natasha Bedingfield, sit up, and eventually get up and move around. No matter how sick she was, if I needed something she would get up and do it. She loved me more than anything, and I am so grateful for
Our family was never close but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014 when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this. He would try to explain this to her but it usually led to arguments where she would then threaten to leave him so in the end she got her way which led to their vast debt. My uncle had a drinking problem but went to AA classes for her to commiserate their marriage and family. The night before this event he had drank a beer which led into a dispute which ended with my aunt taking the kids to her mom’s and they stayed their while my uncle just stayed home. Less than twelve hours later the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police was then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life but my home life as well.
Without hope, we have nothing. I have learned this valuable lesson in dealing with my Mother and Cancer. My Mother passed over on June 4th of this year. Barely three months ago, and yet I still can't believe she is gone. Mom was given two weeks to live after finding out that she had Breast Cancer that had gone too far and was throughout her body. It is a miracle that she lived for 28 months and we thank God for each day. Mom faced death with courage, strength and never gave up hope for a miracle. Her Dr's were amazed each time they saw her, which was on a monthly basis. You couldn't look at her and see a thing wrong with her. She looked strong and robust, outgoing and if she didn't like something she would let you know. But she always had faith that when her time came she would go to meet her Maker and be reunited with her parents and members of the family that had already passed over. Mom had dreams throughout those 28 months of seeing my Grandmother. Speaking with her, in her dreams. And one thing that Nana always told her was to never give up her faith and hope. That without hope we have nothing. I believe that Nana was preparing her for her return to the Lord and to Nana.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.